Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Seriously, why bother?
Whats all the noise about anyhow? I used to think a Blog was little more than an online diary - I still do. So why all the fuss? All the "Do you blog?", "Are you blogging yet?" and "Check out my blog"?
Time was, when a diary was a private thing. You wrote about how you hated your parents, how you wished you were popular, how you'd grow up to conquer the world and send your parents off to the moon, and most important of all, your crush on the girl next door. All the while you were writing this, you secretly nursed a fantasy that someday, she'd get to read it, confess her own secret love for you, and you'd both get married, have two and a half kids, and live happily ever after. Ahh, bliss...
For a long while, I remained, in my ignorance, derisive of all the hype. Why on earth would I want to put my privates (or, to quote one of my colleagues at work, "my inner mind") on display for the whole world (at least that portion of it that bothers to read such things)? No way! I'm a private person - I like to keep my secrets secret. Thats the way it should be. Isn't it?
I can't say when exactly my outlook changed. Honestly, I can't even say that it has. I only know that for some reason, blogging seems more attractive now than ever. Maybe it has something to do with the changes that've been going on in my life recently. My new job's taken me far from home - well, farther than I've been before (which isn't really that far at all). I'm about to hit 25 - that magical age at which I should've conquered the world, and the heart of some beautiful woman. In the midst of promise, apprehension and uncertainty, blogging seems to be a quiet spot. The place where you go to pour out your heart and more, have a conversation with silent listeners, then say "boy, I'm glad we had this talk".
So here it is. Officially - my very first post. Its not much, I know, but its enough. Enough to make me want to do it again...and again... Why blog? Well...why not?
Time was, when a diary was a private thing. You wrote about how you hated your parents, how you wished you were popular, how you'd grow up to conquer the world and send your parents off to the moon, and most important of all, your crush on the girl next door. All the while you were writing this, you secretly nursed a fantasy that someday, she'd get to read it, confess her own secret love for you, and you'd both get married, have two and a half kids, and live happily ever after. Ahh, bliss...
For a long while, I remained, in my ignorance, derisive of all the hype. Why on earth would I want to put my privates (or, to quote one of my colleagues at work, "my inner mind") on display for the whole world (at least that portion of it that bothers to read such things)? No way! I'm a private person - I like to keep my secrets secret. Thats the way it should be. Isn't it?
I can't say when exactly my outlook changed. Honestly, I can't even say that it has. I only know that for some reason, blogging seems more attractive now than ever. Maybe it has something to do with the changes that've been going on in my life recently. My new job's taken me far from home - well, farther than I've been before (which isn't really that far at all). I'm about to hit 25 - that magical age at which I should've conquered the world, and the heart of some beautiful woman. In the midst of promise, apprehension and uncertainty, blogging seems to be a quiet spot. The place where you go to pour out your heart and more, have a conversation with silent listeners, then say "boy, I'm glad we had this talk".
So here it is. Officially - my very first post. Its not much, I know, but its enough. Enough to make me want to do it again...and again... Why blog? Well...why not?
1. blog
n.
Short for weblog.A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online
diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life. Consists of such riveting entries as "homework sucks" and "I slept until noon today."
v. intr.
The act of posting to a weblog.
Source: NGX, Feb 6, 2003